Page 3 of Billionaire's Desire
I check for the driver.
Driver: Alice Maine.
Perfect.
Gray Mini Cooper with a female driver,I memorize.
I will make sure to keep a lookout for a car with that description, and because I have a few minutes to spare, I decide to call Finn.
After about three rings, he picks up.
“Hey, Max.” He sounds low today. It must be one of those days.
“Hey, Finn.”
“Are you in the office today?”
“No. I came in to sign some documents then decided to take the rest of my work home.”
If he had delivered the same message with such a monotone voice five years ago, I would have chastised the hell out of him. But that was before everything. Before Penelope. Before the accident. Before.
So instead, I try to keep the frustration out of my voice when I reply, “That’s okay, Finn. Anything you can’t deal with, send it to my assistant and I will take a look at it in the evening.”
Because what else can I say?
I am exhausted and overworked. I am basically running on fumes lately. But Finn is sad and grieving and angry most of the time.
Finn was the most hardworking man I knew. He was in the office early, and he left it pretty late. The only time he wasn’t working his ass off for our company, he was spending time with Penelope. Then one day, Penelope was taken away from him and the Finn I knew was taken away from me.
“Thanks, Max.”
“No problem at all.”
“Are we still up for tomorrow?”
Finn is quiet for a beat. I am about to remind him of the scheduled meeting when a beat-up Mini Cooper stops right in front of me. It is a lot more beat-up than I had expected, but a lot more convenient, right? I am already running late for my next meeting anyway.
Gray, and by the looks of it, a female driver.
This must be it.
“My ride’s here Finn. Give me a minute to get in…” Then I open the car door and plop right in.
“So, as I was saying…” I resume my phone conversation, but my words are immediately cut off by the loud shrieking of my Uber driver.
What in the actual fuck?
“What is happening? Who is yelling?” Finn asks.
“Let me call you back in a minute.” Then I hang up and face the screaming woman.
“What the hell?”
She has whipped around and is screaming.
This close to her, I am hypnotised by her big brown eyes, and if she was not my Uber driver, or even screaming at me, she is kind of the woman I would strike up a conversation with.
Not to cheat on Mia or anything, but this woman is beautiful.
